Chapter 42

“Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted?”

“No, sorry, Matthew eleven, verse twenty-eight. Come unto me, all yea that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my soul is easy, and my burden is light,” he corrected.

“Ah, a verse for mourners,” Emil said.

“Yes.”

Emil gave him a peck on his cheek. “I’ll see you at luncheon.”

“Yes, Em, have a good morning. You know I love you, right?”

“I love you, too. Now go get on with your day and leave me to my insecurities.” The grin on Emil’s face told Leander that Emil would be all right for the rest of the day.

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